It is wrong...to love you? ~ E. Bridgerton

~ Diez ~

Eloise was sat on her favorite couch in the Bridgerton drawing room, reading a book she had found in her family's library while she wandered about in there, bored out of her mind. As she read the words, the ever-repeating notes of the pianoforte rattled in her ear once again.

Daphne, although playing a beautiful tune, was driving Eloise crazy as she played the same melody once and once again. Though her sister seemed all too focused and in a clear headspace, Elosie could not help but groan and slap her book shut. Wishing for her beloved silent silence.

"Oh! Enough!" she turned to Daphne, "I beg of you," her voice was loud and her body language tense. Daphne turned towards her, a very small smile playing on her lips, knowing she had gotten on Eloise's nerves.

"Well, perhaps you should join me," she turned back towards the instrument, Eloise rolled her eyes, "You will need to be proficient on the pianoforte soon enough," Eloise shook her head and went back to her book, "You could use the practice, I'm sure," the younger girl let out a silent groan.

"On second thought, continue," she let an exasperated breath leave her lips, "you will frighten away the Duke and the Prince and any other eligible suitors, clear the North Sea," though her words were harsh, she did not mean any harm with them, but Daphne heard otherwise.

"And you would wish that upon me, would you, Sister?" she turned her body towards the younger Bridgerton, defensive of her own heart.

Eloise went back to her book, once again, "If it would get Mama's attentions focused on you instead of me, I might," Daphne pursed her lips.

"You can take your reading outside," she simply said, turning back to the piano once again, Eloise sighed mockingly.

"You say that as if reading were a bad thing,"

"I meant no such thing,"

"But it will not gain me a husband? That what you meant?" Daphne could practically hear the taunting smile on Eloise's lips, she sighed, "You wish to follow your heart," she leaned up from her slouched position, "and I wish to nurture my mind," the auburn-haired girl frowned, "Let us leave it there,"

"Can you at least try to understand?" Eloise kept her gaze on the book, yet her ears picked up every single breath Daphne took and every word she uttered, "You never see things from my perspective, you are not the only one with troubles, Elosie! You have no idea what it-" she took a breath, composing herself.

Eloise did not pick up her eyes from the pages in her book, "it does not matter," with that Daphne gave up, turning around back to her piano once she noticed her sister was paying her no mind.

The younger sister tapped her fingers against the couch, letting a soft sigh out, "Is it an original?" her question was simple, yet meant a lot between the two girls.

"What?"

"The song. Did you compose it yourself?"

"In a manner of speaking,"

"What is the name of it?" she was infuriated, to say the least, but she was not to allow a simple argument to darken her and her sister's day.

"It does not have a name," of course, Daphne was tired of this conversation, it infuriated her how careless Eloise was, but she truly appreciated her willingness to try and mend the small crack that had formed.

"Every song has a name,"

"It is just a song, Elosie," she sighed, wishing for nothing more than to stand and leave the room, but she could not let Eloise win.